Katara takes control

A tentacle of water spurted through the air, knocking Ty Lee aside. Azula, breathing hard, drew herself up to her knees. Katara was marching down the alleyway towards her, a determined expression on her face.

"Hi, princess," she said.

"Uh, Katara? What are you doing?" Aang trotted along behind her, trying to slow her down. "Why don't we all take a deep breath and work this out?"

"Work this out? Are you kidding? Azula's the enemy, Aang. We need to take her down right now, while we have the chance."

"But she's all... you know..."

"Naked and powerless? Exactly."

"It just seems unfair..."

"Sokka's with me on this, right? Sokka?"

Sokka was staring at the kneeling, muddy, nude Azula, a huge stupid grin on his face. Azula squealed and covered her tits with her hands, suddenly very aware of how **** she was. She looked up into Katara's cold glare, and bit her lip. The situation was getting worse by the minute. There had to be a way out of this.

"Listen, you insolent wretches," she snapped, doing her best to look as noble as possible. It was hard to keep your dignity when you were kneeling in the mud before your worst enemy with nothing but your two hands to hide your intimate areas from their probing gaze, but she did the best she could. "I'll give you one chance. Turn around and walk away right now, or I'll..."

Katara made a gesture. A liquid collar wrapped around Azula's neck, hauling her face down towards the mud as more tendrils of water wrapped around her wrists, pulling them together behind her back. She squawked in protest, but there was nothing she could do to avoid kowtowing to her enemy. Cold mud squished against her face and breasts, matting her dark hair, as she heard Katara giggle.

"Alright, princess. You're coming with us. And we'll make sure you learn your lesson about..."

"Let go of her!"

The watery bonds dissolved into nothing as Ty Lee backflipped across the alleyway, making Katara duck to avoid a kick in the face. Right away, Azula was up and running. She heard the sounds of a scuffle behind her, but she didn't stop to help. What could she do without her bending, or her clothes? Anyway, the whole point of having underlings was so they could sacrifice themselves to help you get away. She sprinted down the alleyway and out into the next empty street, not knowing where she was going, just knowing she had to get away as fast as she could. **** could wait. Right now the only priority was to finally, at long last, stop being naked in public.

She rounded a corner, trying not to think about what had just happened. It didn't help. The Avatar had seen her naked. He'd seen her on her knees, bowing, humiliated. So had all his friends. Azula, a princess of the Fire Nation, made to look like a complete fool in front of a bunch of filthy peasants. A naked, muddy fool. It could never, ever be allowed to happen again.

There. A doorway, half-open, in the side of a wooden building. Surely that would lead to somewhere safe. As long as nobody saw her, she didn't care where it went. Without a moment's hesitation, she jumped inside.